Freya was stunned. "Even if it was me who caused this, you wouldn't blame me?"

Was Micah suddenly softening, or had she finally touched his heart, enough for him to allow her a permanent place in his life?

"Yes," he answered without hesitation.

Freya still could not believe it. "You... why? Does this mean you're willing to marry me?"

Micah clasped her hand. "You've been by my side all this time. I've seen how you've treated me. You'd make a good wife. Now that everyone knows about us, it wouldn't be fair to you if I didn't marry you."

He thought about how Freya always tried to handle everything on her own, and for a woman to shoulder so much was too cruel.

Tears welled up in Freya's eyes. "I never imagined you'd agree to marry me. But if you still don't want to, you don't need to feel any obligation toward me.

"I'm doing this because I want to." Her voice grew hoarse with emotion. Even if she ended up heartbroken, it was a choice she willingly made.

"Don't say that. I understand how you feel about me, and I know you'd give everything for me. But because you're such a good person, I don't want to see you suffer because of me."

Micah pulled her into an embrace, gently stroking her hair. "What kind of wedding do you want?"

Freya's face lit up with anticipation. "I want... a wedding that's unforgettable."

For her, it was not the wedding itself that mattered, but the fact that Micah was finally ready to be with her.

"Alright," Micah agreed without hesitation. He was a man of his word.

He handed the wedding preparations to Joker, even allowing Freya to be personally involved. Freya was thrilled, eagerly anticipating the big day. But when she went to try on her wedding dress, she unexpectedly encountered a woman who stared at her with cold hostility. The woman's dark eyes burned with a hatred so intense it was as if she wanted to tear Freya apart.

Freya frowned. "I don't know what grudge you have against me, but what's the meaning of this?"

She had spent her time working for the tribe and staying by Micah's side. If she had offended anyone, it must have been someone from another nation. But this woman was clearly from the Yaren tribe. Among her own people, Freya had few interactions, especially with her peers.

The woman sneered. "You really don't know? It's because of your shameless persistence that Teacher Micah even agreed to marry you!"

Micah had taught in the northern part of the tribe and continued teaching children even after returning. Only someone connected to one of his students would call him "Teacher." Could this be a relative? Maybe an older sister or an aunt of one of his students?

Freya chuckled. "Even if it was persistence, it's something I fought for. If you think I'm not right for Micah and you're unhappy, you can go ahead and try to win him over yourself." Even after marriage, Micah would remain Micah. His decisions were his own, and no one else could interfere.

"You..." The woman was stunned by Freya's words. "Are you actually encouraging me to be a homewrecker?"

Freya could not help but laugh. "Micah and I are not even married yet. And even if we were, if you can make him give up everything for you, that's your skill."

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